Dark Desires (Yandere!BNHA x Reader)

|One| - "Let today be a new beginning."

'I don't possess a quirk.'

This is a phrase that is much easier to translate into sign language than the truth.

My quirk has always brought me immense embarrassment. And as such, I believed it would bring embarrassment to my parents as well. I mean, my parents are capable of becoming one of the top heroes with flashy combat oriented quirks, but they ended up with a mutation baby with a completely unrelated, useless quirk. How disappointed would they be?

I guess that I was just destined to be an introvert due to my controlling guardians, and I hated it. My quirk just wasn't meant for me. It was meant for a flirty extrovert that knew what they wanted and how to get it or something. I feel like I was supposed to be a different person.

My quirk came two years late. My parents were angry but let it go and waited some more time. When I got it, I made an effort to conceal it from the world the moment I fully understood it. I did not find out what my quirk was in a very fun way..

I had firstly introduced the idea of me being a super late bloomer. I had heard of people not getting their quirks until their teens. It was rare, but it happened.

My doctor ruined it by saying that there are more factors that would be visible if I was a part of this phenomenon, so my cover was blown. I had no explanation and brushed it off as her being a very unlucky child and a first case.

It didn't work for long.

"(Y/n), are you hiding something from us?"

My mother was relentless, with no idea how to handle such a situation with care and respect, even to a little girl. The woman stomped her foot and crossed her arms, awaiting an explanation that wouldn't ever come.

"No, mama," a six year old me lied, a blush of shame forming. Luckily, my quirk didn't work around my parents, but I wasn't sure why exactly. I had learned the extent of my quirk from an earlier experience and knew too many things for such a young girl.

My mother didn't believe it so be so, and neither did my father.

After that failed, their doctor introduced the idea of my quirk being something that was unable to be used or even discovered naturally.

I was grateful for him once again even if he blew my cover earlier. That seemed to appease my parents for the time being. With no useable quirk, I couldn't get into any hero course, and my parents weren't happy about that. They were high school drop outs and 'just wanted their offspring to do better,' as they called it.

I overheard them talking one night when I was six, a week before I began going to elementary school for the first time. They wanted to send me to a normal elementary and middle school for now and then for high school, I would be switched to a hero school, UA, where they wanted me to be in 1A. Because I liked arts and crafts, they considered enrolling me into the Support course, so if I never developed a quirk, I still had a chance to become successful in some way. I never caught a break, did I?

Then again, I won't be able to avoid speaking forever, and I know that.. but I just don't want to believe it.

. . .

School had been balancing between hell and purgatory all my life. In elementary, my parents thought I was mentally impaired because I didn't speak. When they saw my high grades, they retracted and accepted that I was just being shy, since I talked around them but not at school.

After an incident related to my quirk in daycare that I've almost wiped completely from my memory, I was extra careful in school from then on and didn't take any chances. It was easy as long as I studied hard and I made it into junior high with flying colors.